I don’t know who or what it is I’m talking to here, but maybe it doesn’t matter. Perhaps I’m just speaking into the void. A nothingness. I don't know. Oh well.
It is what it is.
Que sera, sera.
I just need to get it out.
And this is all I've got.
So:
Dear void.
My life these past few years has been like a tv series, where the writers got free rein and refused to kill a single darling. They let every idea – big and small – make it onto the page.
And the overarching theme?
Well... "To be or not to be"?
Or maybe this: "To be or not to be – and if so: how?"
Sincerely,
Noa